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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required How was the West really won? Also how a sunset meant you were done In a town called CENTER GULCH, TEXAS, it was a busy affair of stagecoaches and Sheriff Toby Jackson He was a Sheriff that kept order in town being his action But it took a little persuasion Those stagecoaches in their days made your butt so sore The whole idea, why would anyone want to explore? But what transportation mode did you have then? The Hound bus didn’t come until when Then there were some attacking Indians storming through Center Gulch Go ahead, you can budge But now it is the Sheriff Jackson and the Indian Chief Red Devil face to face The sun above was beating down hard But wait a minute that’s my heart pounding There was a stillness, and feeling of uncertainness Sheriff Jackson had his gun ready with his hands at his side, and Indian Chief Red Devil with arrows ready to shoot But suddenly from Borderville, some mean looking Villians had the shot the Sheriff and the Indian Chief Immediately there was no relief The Villains escaped in the winding hills We are left with one big still However an adventure that had you in a moment of will End of story Until next time being another glory A sunrise that was and a sunset of the west days We bid the tumbleweed goodbye Here’s dust in your eye.
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